≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
(Gifs used are from google images, so credit to their rightful owners!)
I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: as Skye's paranoia gets even worse, you're left to help her through it.
warning/s: same as last time tbh.
authors note:here's the second and final part! hope you enjoy it :)
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Skye and I didn't argue often, so I was pondering ours the whole night, trying to figure out how I could have acted differently. I just wanted her to be okay and to feel safe. And yes, maybe I didn't believe her, but only because she truly was overworked and it only made sense that she was sleep-deprived and imagining things.
But the last thing I wanted was for us to grow distant because of all of it.
The next morning, I sent her a text message asking how she was, but she didn't reply. I only worried I'd made things even worse, so in the afternoon, I grabbed my things and went to the dance studio where I knew she was rehearsing. I was hoping that giving her the morning to have some space might make our chat a little easier, but I couldn't be sure.
Thankfully, I'd timed it perfectly as I found her on her break, refilling her water bottle at one of the dispensers.
"Skye, hey," I said, stopping behind her.
She glanced up before her expression hardened a little. "Hi."
I frowned, glancing around and seeing we were alone, before saying, "I texted you, but you didn't reply... I've been worried."
"Well, I'm fine," she said with a sigh, looking back to the water dispenser and capping her bottle.
"Skye, I'm really sorry," I apologised, trying to meet her gaze. "I didn't mean to discredit your feelings yesterday."
She winced. "Forget it. I don't wanna talk about it. I just wanna focus on rehearsals."
"Skye–"
"Please," she said softly, frowning to herself. "I just– maybe you were right. Maybe I'm seeing things."
I wasn't expecting that, raising my brows slightly. "What makes you say that?"
She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know. Everything is a lot. I don't know."
She didn't seem sure and my heart ached for her.
"I just wanna focus on rehearsals," she said decisively, before meeting my gaze with sad eyes. "We're okay."
I had a million things I wanted to say, along the lines of her taking care of herself and us figuring this out together, but she looked tired and the last thing I wanted was to stress her out further. So, all I could do was nod.
"I'll hang around," I said slowly, in a way that gave her an opening to tell me otherwise, but she didn't. "I might grab a coffee later. Do you want anything for when you're done with rehearsals?"
